Werewolf Widow for a Year

Preparing for Harpo

As she retrieved the remaining cooked food from their pans, and placed them like so onto the same cermic plate of Harpo's choosing, she then opened the drawer closest to Harpo and took out a fork. She meekly went over and placed the dish in front of him. "Here you are, husband." She squeaked out. Harpo didn't even acknowledge her as he began digging in. Shawna backed away from the table, observing her mate eating like an animal. She was disgusted watching him and made a slight snarl with her lips. Harpo paused with his dining and looked up at Shawna. She quickly fixed her face, turned away to busy herself with cleaning up the dishes and rolled her eyes when he looked away from her. Those were the little victories she could savor. Her way of sticking it to her man, without actually doing anything meaningful. If not for Harpo she would still be at her parents house. Most females in the Night pack couldn't wait to get out from under their parent's thumb, but Shawna was not one of them. Back home, she was loved and cared for. There was never any instances of wrongful abuse and fear. Her mother and father adored each other and their five children. Even though they were Omegas, they were happy with their roles within the pack and fortunate for their family.

Harpo Jenkins was supposedly a step up in ranking for her. His family were all warriors. Big, strong and brutish. There was no loving nature about any of them. They showed compassion by not breaking the other's body. But Shawna never once saw them hug, or kiss or have polite conversations. Everything about them screamed wild animals. Nothing affectionate or nurturing like her own family. The only woman in the family, Debra, was arrogant and selfish. She wanted to exude more power and importance than she actually had. She often did this by her tacky animal print clothing and oversized jewelry. Harpo's father and younger brothers were all the manly-man type. They spoke in burly gruff voices, and thick stubble on their faces, boorish looks and always seemed to have either ripped or dirty or a combination of clothing. Shawna wasn't even sure that any of them owned a suit jacket, collared shirt or tie. Above all else they were very stupid.

Harpo had been interested in Shawna since she was about thirteen, and he was twenty. Shawna always had an odd feeling when she was near him, but was told by others that it was just the first twinges of being around a possible mate. Harpo was sweet whilst they were courting. He always brought her flowers, kissed her hand each time he said hello or goodbye. He called her his little Omega and would tell her how pretty she was.

The night Shawna turned sixteen and shifted for the first time, that odd feeling transformed into a warm and pleasant feeling. Harpo was by her side that night of the the transformation ceremony that every sixteen year old had for the first shift. He beamed with pride when he saw Shawna in here lupine form. Although both her parents were Omegas, she had the size and power of a Beta. Her dark brown fur shined bright under the fool moon and she stood only three or four inches shorter than the Alpha's middle son who was taking part in his first shift also. Everyone was in awe of her size and the power that radiated off of her. Shawna was bashful about the amount of attention she was getting, and wanted nothing more that to leave the ceremony and hide. When all the newly shifted werewolves were set free to run for the first time in their werewolf form, Harpo was right beside her as he quickly undressed behind a tree and returned in full black fur with a white half-crest moon on his back. There was no doubting that he was all warrior. In his human form he was all rugged bulging muscles like an pro-heavyweight MMA fighter. in his lupine form, that hadn't changed either. He stood just as tall as the Alpha's son and stood with his head held high. Shawna always loved seeing him in every form, but wouldn't say that out loud. As they took off towards the right side of their lands, in the woods Shawna's wolf was full of excitement and exileration. She played tag with Harpo, who although thought of himself as too old for the game, obliged his mate by playing along. They ran and chased each other for hours, before Harpo led them over to the creek on the edge of their lands. He bent down to lap up some water. Shawna was getting a bit tired, but still felt ready to explore. She gave a little yip after a few laps of water, to let Harpo know she was ready to continue on. Only this time he ignored her and layed down on the bank. Shawna went over and playfully nipped him on his tail and out of the blue he lunged for her, teeth barred and snarling angrily. Shawna was so frightened of her mate for the first time, but her wolf didn't show it. Instead she looked Harpo's wolf in the eye and tilted her head to the side and let her tongue lop out in amusement. Seeing that he was not intimidating her wolf one bit, Harpo huffed out the last of his growl and turned his back to her, and laid on the bank again. Taking that to mean he no longer wanted to play and explore, Shawna slowly walked over to Harpo, but her muzzle against his and laid down quietly until she fell asleep.

She had awoken the next morning in her bedroom. Not knowing how she got there, and was dressed in her nightgown, she got up and made her way to the kitchen where her newfound keen senses told her everyone was, and her stomach informed her that she needed to get there fast. Upon entering the tiny kitchen of their tiny shack, she was met by Harpo seated at the head of the table. He was laughing whiskfully with her parents whilst eating breakfast. "Say Shawna what do you think?" Her father Jim asked. "What do I think about what?" Shawna responded confused by the whole situation in front of her. "About having your mating ceremony tomorrow night? It is the next full moon and as Harpo here has told us, you finally scented him as your mate once you shifted last night. You two have been getting closer and closer -- well as close can get for two unmated folks of the opposite s*x. Harpo has known you were his mate for a few years now. We don't see any reason to hold off on making it official, do you?" Jim stated as if this wasn't the biggest and possibly most life changing moment in his eldest child's life. Shawna just looked out over everyone astonished that this was even happening. Sure she had feelings for Harpo and she did scent him as her mate last night. But there was something off about the scent. She couldn;t put her finger on it last night, but after mulling over it in her sleep and now, she was starting to believe it wasn't right. No one else knew about this of course, and her hesistation seemed more like shock because it was all happening so fast. "Oh now dear, don't pressure her. This is a lot for a young lady to onsider. I mean after all this is one of the most pivotal moments in a girl's life. I think Shawna feels like it might be too soon. I mean I certainly do." Her mother Liza stated. Her father went to rebuttal but was cut short by her mother who continued with "And don't you dare say it's because she is my first born and I am just weary about letting her go. It nothing to do with it." Jim gave his wife a knowing look. "Well ok. Maybe it has a little to do with it, but I mean come on Harpo, even you have to admit it's a bit sudden." She rallied to Harpo. "Well as you stated Mrs. Lee, this is the biggest moment in a girl's life. If I recall correctly many a young girl would have already planned out their big day years ago. And I am sure Shawna is no different. So, no. I don't think it is too soon. I think it is perfect timing. After all many folks do it like this, especially if one mate has been awaiting the other for awhile, like I have. Heck some of them get mated the same night, of their mates first shift." Liza went to volley back with him but caught herself, knowing he was right. Shawna was still feeling unsure about the whole situation but was too afraid of voicing that worry, as it may seemed to rude and accusatory. Instead she loooked over at Harpo and gave a single nod, yes. For his part Harpo grinned toothly, as if he had just won a prize at the fair.

That was the beginning of the end for Shawna's happiness. Since their mating cermony, Harpo had become less and less attentive and polite, and more and more abusive and prudent.